God you probably all hate me right now. Sorry for such the long long wait and I know I have been very suckish with updates lately but I can assure you that will change I have just had a lot going on in my life recently
Hope you like this chapter, its not very long but I will try and improve on that.
Touch of Fear Chapter 8
Santana emerged from the bathroom still blushing from Brittany's slap and walked into her bedroom. Santana went and put her clothes into her duffle bag and went and sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the room.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asked with a hearty laugh.
"I'm watching the movie"
"Why are you all the way over there, get over here silly"Brittany pats the bed and pulls back the bedspread and invites Santana in. Santana got off the chair and plopped down next to Brittany and made sure she kept as much distance between the two as she could.
"Is the remote by you?" Brittany asked as she was looking around for the object. Santana lent over the edge of the bed to see if it had fallen to the floor. She put her hand under the bed moving it around to try and locate the object. Santana was about to grab a hold of something when she felt a sharp shooting pain go through her hand.
"Ouch, fuck shit that hurt" Santana cradles her hand in pain.
"Are you okay? What's the matter?" Brittany asks worriedly.
Brittany takes Santana's hand and inspects the scratches.
"LORD TUBBINGTON GET HERE NOW"
"This will only sting for a minute" Santana was sat on top of the counter in the bathroom whilst Brittany rummaged through her first aid box. Brittany takes an antiseptic wipe and lightly brushes it against Santana's wounded hand.
"Thanks Britt, you shouldn't have kicked him out of the room, he probably thought I was playing with him".
"No excuses he hurt you Sanny and no one hurts my friends, he deserves to be punished" Brittany looks up at Santana and pouts.
"I'm sorry he did that to you, anything I can do to make it better?"
"When I was younger my mum would kiss my injuries and that would make them better but you don't ha…"
Brittany interrupts Santana by leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to each of the scratches on Santana's hand.
"Better?" She asks hopefully.
"Much, thanks B"
As the girls continued to watch there movie Santana could feel her eyes beginning to close.
"You okay"
Santana looked over to Brittany and saw the worry in her eyes.
"You don't look so good" Brittany leant forward and put her hand on Santana's forehead.
"You're really hot San"
"I'm okay, just tired" Santana replied but didn't realise how hoarse her voice sounded. She went to sit up and started to feel dizzy.
"I'm going to get you some tablets just wait here okay" Brittany worriedly hurried out of the room.
Santana got out of bed pyjama top sticking to her because she had been sweating profusely. She sat on the edge of the bed and when she went to stand she fell to floor in pain.
Her stomach felt like it was going to explode the pain was unbearable and it caused Santana to black out just as Brittany was walking back on the room.
"San, are you okay" Brittany knelt beside Santana and started to shake he, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Wake up please what's wrong" Brittany got the glass of water that she went downstairs for and threw it over Santana's face.
Santana's eyes started to open. Her facial expression told Brittany that she was in pain.
"San what's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts, I don't know why"
Brittany put one arm under Santana's head and the other under her legs.
"Stay still for a moment I'm going to put you back on the bed"
Brittany lowered Santana onto the bed and went to walk away.
"Britt, where are you going?"
"Just to get you another top, that one is soaked"
Brittany walked over to her dresser in search of a top for Santana. Brittany decided on a tank top in attempt that this may help her cool down. When Brittany returned to the bed she noticed that Santana looked peaceful and was sleeping, as if the past 5 minutes hadn't even happened.
Brittany came closer to Santana and indeed Santana was in a deep slumber.
She looks so cute when she sleep, I can't just leave her in that top but I don't want to wake her.
Brittany decided that she would attempt to change Santana's top for her whilst she was sleeping because she didn't want her to be uncomfortable. Santana was propped up against a mountain of fluffy pillows so that made her job simpler.
As Brittany lifted the bottom of Santana's pyjama top she instantly saw the bruises that had tortured Santana's body. The bruises were a multitude of hues, colours that normally should not be on someone's skin. There were garish purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more greyish but still looked just as bad. And they were all over her but there weren't just the bruises. There were scars, too. Lines across her body, like someone or something had dug it's nails into her, tearing her flesh. Someone had clawed away at her. Brittany could barely look at the way Santana's body looked. It made her sick to her stomach.
Brittany is fighting back tears whilst she removes the top. Surprised that Santana hasn't awoken, she leans closer and inspects the bruises that have burdened Santana's shoulders. They looked new, like they were less than 2 days old. She couldn't look no longer so gently put the vest top onto Santana and put her into a comfortable position.
Brittany lay down next to Santana, she couldn't rack her brain around what she had just seen. Tears sprang to her eyes when her mind started to wonder where Santana could of possibly gotten so hurt.
Brittany silently cried herself to sleep, making a promise to herself that she would help Santana anyway she can.
Santana woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. It was the best night sleep she had gotten in a while. Santana lent over to the bedside table and picked up her phone, thankful she put it on silent because she had 12 missed calls 4 voice mails and 7 texts from her father. Looking behind her and seeing Brittany still asleep, Santana graciously got out of bed and went to the bathroom to listen to the voice mails from her father.
Voice Mail 1
Where are you Santana, as soon as you get this get your fucking ass home.
Your message has been deleted
Voice Mail 2
Seriously Santana get the fuck home I am not happy with you.
Your message has been deleted
Voice Mail 3
Santanita please come home, papa needs you. Sorry for what I said earlier I didn't mean it just please come home i'm worried.
Your message has been deleted
Voice Mail 4
You are in so much trouble you little slut, wait till you get back here. You know the rules you little ungrateful bitch, as soon as you get home i'm going to - BEEP-
Santana cut her phone off before she heard the rest of the message.
"San, we need to talk".
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Kiera xxx
